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from Rush - A Farewell To Kings (1997)
When the dragons grow too mighty
To slay with pen or sword I grow weary of the battle And the storm I walk toward When all around is madness And there's no safe port in view I long to turn my path homeward To stop a while with you When life becomes as barren And as cold as winter skies There's a beacon in the darkness In a distant pair of eyes In vain to search for honor In vain to search for truth But these things can still be given Your love has shown me proof |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start To mold a new reality Closer to the heart Closer to the heart The Blacksmith and the Artist Reflect it in their art They forge their creativity Closer to the heart Yes, closer to the heart Philosophers and Ploughmen Each must know his part To sow a new mentality Closer to the heart Yes, closer to the heart Yeah ah ohhh ahh A Wooah, Wooo You can be the Captain And I will draw the chart Sailing into destiny Closer to the heart Closer to the heart Well, closer to the heart Yeah, closer to the heart Closer to the heart I said, closer to the heart Well, closer to the heart Yeah, closer to your heart Closer to your heart |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
An ill wind comes arising
Across the cities of the plain There's no swimming in the heavy water No singing in the acid rain Red alert Red alert It's so hard to stay together Passing through revolving doors We need someone to talk to And someone to sweep the floors Incomplete Incomplete The world weighs on my shoulders But what am I to do? You sometimes drive me crazy But I worry about you I know it makes no difference To what you're going through But I see the tip of the iceberg And I worry about you Cruising under your radar Watching from satellites Take a page from the red book And keep them in your sights Red alert Red alert Left and rights of passage Black and whites of youth Who can face the knowledge That the truth is not the truth? Obsolete Absolutely The world weighs on my shoulders But what am I to do? You sometimes drive me crazy But I worry about you I know it makes no difference To what you're going through But I see the tip of the iceberg And I worry about you The world weighs on my shoulders But what am I to do? You sometimes drive me crazy But I worry about you I know it makes no difference To what you're going through But I see the tip of the iceberg And I worry about you Absalom, Absalom, Absalom |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
Tough times demand tough talk
demand tough hearts demand tough songs demand We can rise and fall like empires Flow in and out like the tide Be vain and smart, humble and dumb We can hit and miss like pride We can circle around like hurricanes Dance and dream like lovers Attack the day like birds of prey Or scavengers under cover Look in to the eye of the storm Look out for the force without form Look around at the sight and the sound Look in look out look around We can move with savage grace To the rhythms of the night Cool and remote like dancing girls In the heat of the beat and the lights We can wear the rose of romance An air of joie de vivre Too-tender hearts upon our sleeves Or skin as thick as thieves' rising falling at force ten we twist the world and ride the wind Look in look the storm in the eye Look out to the sea and the sky Look around at the sight and the sound Look in look out look around |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
Hello...Hello!...HELLO!
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
Imagine a time when it all began
In the dying days of a war A weapon ?that would settle the score Whoever found it first would be sure to do their worst -- They always had before... Imagine a man where it all began A scientist pacing the floor In each nation ?always eager to explore To build the best big stick To turn the winning trick ?br />But this was something more... The big bang ?took and shook the world Shot down the rising sun the end was begun ?it would hit everyone When the chain reaction was done The big shots ?try to hold it back Fools try to wish it away The hopeful depend on a world without end Whatever the hopeless may say Imagine a place where it all began They gathered from across the land To work in the secrecy of the desert sand All of the brightest boys To play with the biggest toys ?br />More than they bargained for... Imagine a man when it all began The pilot of "Enola Gay" Flying out of the shockwave on that August day All the powers that be, and the course of history, Would be changed for evermore |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
It's not how fast you can go
The force goes into the flow If you pick up the beat You can forget about the heat More than just survival More than just a flash More than just a dotted line More than just a dash It's a test of ultimate will The heartbreak climb uphill Got to pick up the pace If you want to stay in the race More than just blind ambition More than just simple greed More than just a finish line Must feed this burning need - In the long run... From first to last The peak is never passed Something always fires the light That gets in your eyes One moment's high And glory rolls on by Like a streak of lightening That flashes and fades In the summer sky Your meters may overload You can rest at the side of the road You can miss a stride But nobody gets a free ride More than high performance More than just a spark More than just the bottom line Or a lucky shot in the dark - In the long run... You can do a lot in a lifetime If you don't burn out too fast You can make the most of the distance First you need endurance - First you've got to last |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
Hold your fire-
Keep it burning bright Hold the flame 'til the dream ignites- A spirit with a vision is a dream with a mission I hear their passionate music Read the words that touch my heart I gaze at their feverish pictures The secrets that set them apart When I feel the powerful visions Their fire has made alive I wish I had that instinct- I wish I had that drive Spirits fly on dangerous missions Imaginations on fire focussed high on soaring ambitions consumed in a single desire In the grip of a nameless possesion- A slave to the drive of obsession- A spirit with a vision Is a dream with a mission I watch their images flicker Bringing life to a lifeless screen I walk through their beautiful buildings And I wish I had their dreams But dreams dont need to have motion To keep their spark alive Obsession has to have action Pride turns on the drive Its cold comfort To the ones without it To know How they struggled How they suffered about it If their lives were exotic and strange They would likely have gladly exchanged them For something a little more plain Maybe something a little more sane We each pay a fabulous price For our visions of paradise But a spirit with a vision Is a dream with a mission |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
So many things I think about
When I look far away Things I know - things I wonder Things I'd like to say The more we think we know about The greater the unknown We suspend our disbelief And we are not alone - Mystic rhythms - capture my thoughts And carry them away Mysteries of night Escape the light of day Mystic rhythms - under northern lights Or the African Sun Primitive things stir The hearts of everyone We sometimes catch a window A glimpse of what's beyond Was it just imagination Stringing us along? More things than are dreamed about Unseen and unexplained We suspend our disbelief And we are entertained Mystic rhythms - capture my thoughts And carry them away Nature seems to spin A supernatural way Mystic rhythms - under city lights Or a canopy of stars We feel the powers And we wonder what they are We feel the push and pull Of restless rhythms from afar |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
All that we can do is just survive
All that we can do to help ourselves Is stay alive... Ragged lines of ragged grey Skeletons, they shuffle away Shouting guards and smoking guns Will cut down the unlucky ones I clutch the wire fence Until my fingers bleed A wound that will not heal- A heart that cannot feel- Hoping that the horror will recede Hoping that tomorrow- We'll all be freed Sickness to insanity Prayer to profanity Days and weeks and months go by Don't feel the hunger-too weak to cry I hear the sound of gunfire At the prison gate Are the liberators here- Do I hope or do I fear? For my father and my brother-it's too late But I must help my mother Stand up straight... Are we the last ones left alive? Are we the only human beings To survive |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order An insulated border In between the bright lights And the far unlit unknown Growing up it all seems so one-sided Opinions all provided The future pre-decided Detached and subdivided In the mass production zone Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone Chorus (Subdivisions) In the high school halls In the shopping malls Conform or be cast out (Subdivisions) In the basement bars In the backs of cars Be cool or be cast out Any escape might help to smooth the unattractive truth But the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth Drawn like moths we drift into the city The timeless old attraction Cruising for the action Lit up like a firefly Just to feel the living night Some will sell their dreams for small desires Or lose the race to rats Get caught in ticking traps And start to dream of somewhere To relax their restless flight Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights... Chorus |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
Big money goes around the world
Big money underground Big money got a mighty voice Big money make no sound Big money pull a million strings Big money hold the prize Big money weave a mighty web Big money draw the flies Sometimes pushing people around Sometimes pulling out the rug Sometimes pushing all the buttons Sometimes pulling out the plug It's the power and the glory It's a war in paradise It's a cinderella story On a tumble of the dice Big money goes around the world Big money take a cruise Big money leave a mighty wake Big money leave a bruise Big money make a million dreams Big money spin big deals Big money make a mighty head Big money spin big wheels Sometimes building ivory towers Sometimes knocking castles down Sometimes building you a stairway Lock you underground It's that old-time religion it's the kingdom they would rule It's the fool on television Getting paid to play the fool Big money goes around the world Big money give and take Big money done a power of good Big money make mistakes Big money got a heavy hand Big money take control Big money got a mean streak Big money got no soul |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
I turn my back to the wind
To catch my breath, Before I start off again Driven on, Without a moment to spend To pass an evening With a drink and a friend I let my skin get too thin I'd like to pause, No matter what I pretend Like some pilgrim Who learns to transcend Learns to live As if each step was the end Time stand still I'm not looking back But I want to look around me now Time stand still See more of the people And the places that surround me now Time stand still Freeze this moment A little bit longer Make each sensation A little bit stronger Experience slips away... Experience slips away... Time stand still I turn my face to the sun I close my eyes I let my defenses down All those wounds That I can't get unwound I let my past go too fast No time to pause If I could slow it all down Like some captain, Whose ship runs aground I can wait until the tide comes around Time stand still I'm not looking back But I want to look around me now Time stand still See more of the people And the places that surround me Now Freeze this moment A little bit longer Make each sensation A little bit stronger Make each impression A little bit stronger Freeze this moment A little bit longer The innocence slips away... The innocence slips away... Time stand still Time stand still I'm not looking back But I want to look around me now See more of the people And the places that surround me now Time stand still Summer's going fast The nights growing colder Children growing up Old friends growing older Freeze this moment A little bit longer Make each sensation A little bit stronger Experience slips away... Experience slips away... The innocence slips away |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
Nothing can survive in a vacuum
No one can exists all alone We pretend things only happen to strangers We've all got problems of our own It's enough to learn to share our pleasures We can't sooth pain with sympathy All that we can do is be reminded We shake our heads at the tragedy Every day we're standing in a time capsule Racing down a river from the past Every day we're standing in a wind tunnel Facing down the future coming fast It's just the age It's just a stage We disengage We turn the page... Looking at the long-range forecast Catching all the names in the news Checking out the state of the nation Learning the environmental blues Truth is after all a moving target Hairs to split, and pieces that don't fit How can anybody be enlightened? Truth is after all so poorly lit |
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from Rush - A Show Of Hands (1997)
The night is black
Without a moon The air is thick and still The vigilantes gather on The lonely torch lit hill Features distorted in the flickering light The faces are twisted and grotesque Silent and stern in the sweltering night The mob moves like demons possessed Quiet in conscience, calm in their right Confident their ways are best The righteous rise With burning eyes Of hatred and ill-will Madmen fed on fear and lies To beat and burn and kill They say there are strangers who threaten us In our immigrants and infidels They say there is strangeness too dangerous In our theaters and bookstore shelves That those who know what's best for us Must rise and save us from ourselves Quick to judge Quick to anger Slow to understand Ignorance and prejudice And fear walk hand in hand... |
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from Rush - Caress Of Steel (1997)
I. In The Valley
I am born I am me I am new I am free Look at me I am young Sight unseen Life unsung My eyes have just been opened And they're open very wide Images around me Don't identify inside Just one blur I recognize The one that soothes and feeds My way of life is easy And as simple are my needs Yet my eyes are drawn toward The mountain in the east Fascinates and captivates Gives my heart no peace The mountain holds the sunrise In the prison of the night 'Til bursting forth from rocky chains The valley floods with light Living one long sunrise For to me all things are new I've never watched the sky grow pale Or strolled through fields of dew I do not know of dust to dust I live from breath to breath I live to climb that mountain To the Fountain of Lamneth Yet my eyes are drawn toward The mountain in the east Fascinates and captivates Gives my heart no peace The mountain holds the sunrise In the prison of the night 'Til bursting forth from rocky chains The valley floods with light II. Didacts And Narpets Stay, go Work, no Learn, live Earn, give Stay or fight? What's right? Listen III. No One At The Bridge Crying back to consciousness The coldness grips my skin The sky is pitching violently Drawn by shrieking winds Seaspray blurs my vision Waves roll by so fast Save my ship of freedom I'm lashed helpless to the mast Remembering when first I held The wheel in my own hands I took the helm so eagerly And sailed for distant lands But now the sea's too heavy And I just, I just don't understand Why must my crew desert me? When I need, I need a guiding hand Call out for direction And there's no one there to steer Shout out for salvation But there's no one there to hear Cry out supplication For the maelstrom is near Scream out desperation But no one cares to hear IV. Panacea The whiteness of confusion Is unfolding from my mind I stare around in wonder Have I left my life behind? I catch the scent of ambergris And turn my head, surprised My gaze is caught and held and I Am helpless, mesmerized Panacea, liquid grace Oh let me touch your fragile face Enchantment falls around me And I know I cannot leave Here's a meaning for my life A shelter from the storm Pacify my troubles with Her body, soft and warm Naked in our unity A smile for every tear Gentle hands that promise me Comfort through the years Yet I know I must be gone Before the light of dawn Panacea, passion pure I can't resist your gentle lure My heart will lie beside you And my wandering body grieves V. Bacchus Plateau Another endless day Silhouettes of grey Another glass of wine Drink with eyes that shine To days without that chill at morning long Nights time out of mind Draw another goblet From the cask of '43 Crimson misty memory Hazy glimpse of me Give me back my wonder I've something more to give I guess it doesn't matter There's not much more to live Another foggy dawn The mountain almost gone Another doubtful fear The road is not so clear My soul grows ever weary And the end is ever near Draw another goblet From the cask of '43 Crimson misty memory Hazy glimpse of me Give me back my wonder I've something more to give I guess it doesn't matter There's not much more to live VI. The Fountain Look, the mist is rising And the sun is peaking through See the steps grow lighter As I reach their final few Hear the dancing waters I must be drawing near Feel, my heart is pounding With embattled hope and fear Now, at last I fall before The Fountain of Lamneth I thought I would be singing But I'm tired, out of breath Many journeys end here But, the secret's told the same Life is just a candle, and a dream Must give it flame The key, the end, the answer Stripped of their disguise Still it's all confusion And tears spring to my eyes Though I've reached a signpost It's really not the end Like Old Sol behind the mountain I'll be coming up again I'm in motion I am still I am crying I am still I'm together I'm apart I'm forever At the start Still I am |
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from Rush - All The World's A Stage (1999)
And the meek shall inherit the earth.... "The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the heart of every Federation city. I have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated and directed from within! Our books, our music, our work and play are all looked after by the benevolent wisdom of the priests..." We've taken care of everything The words you hear the songs you sing The pictures that give pleasure to you eyes. It's one for all and all for one We work together common sons Never need to wonder how or why. We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls. We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx All the gifts of life are held within our walls. Look around this world we made Equality our stock in trade Come and join the Brotherhood of Man Oh what a nice contented world Let the banners be unfurled Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand. We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls. We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx All the gifts of life are held within our walls.... "Behind my beloved waterfall, in the little room that was hidden beneath the cave, I found it. I brushed away the dust of the years, and picked it up, holding it reverently in my hands. I had no idea what it might be, but it was beautiful" ... ... "I learned to lay my fingers across the wires, and to turn the keys to make them sound differently. As I struck the wires with my other hand, I produced my first harmonious sounds, and soon my own music! How different it could be from the music of the Temples! I can't wait to tell the priests about it! ..." What can this strange device be? When I touch it, it gives forth a sound It's got wires that vibrate and give music What can this thing be that I found? See how it sings like a sad heart And joyously screams out its pain Sounds that build high like a mountain Or notes that fall gently like rain. I can't wait to share this new wonder The people will all see its light Let them all make their own music The Priests praise my name on this night.... "In the sudden silence as I finished playing, I looked up to a circle of grim, expressionless faces. Father Brown rose to his feet, and his somnolent voice echoed throughout the silent Temple Hall." ... ... "Instead of the grateful joy that I expected, they were words of quiet rejection! Instead of praise, sullen dismissal. I watched in shock and horror as Father Brown ground my precious instrument to splinters beneath his feet..." I know it's most unusual To come before you so But I've found an ancient miracle I thought that you should know Listen to my music And hear what it can do There's something here as strong as life I know that it will reach you. Yes, we know it's nothing new It's just a waste of time We have no need for ancient ways The world is doing fine Another toy will help destroy The elder race of man Forget about your silly whim It doesn't fit the plan. I can't believe you're saying These things just can't be true Our world could use this beauty Just think what we might do. Listen to my music And hear what it can do There's something here as strong as life I know that it will reach you. Don't annoy us further We have our work to do. Just think about the average What use have they for you? Another toy will help destroy The elder race of man Forget about your silly whim It doesn't fit the plan.... "I guess it was a dream, but even now it all seems so vivid to me. Clearly yet I see the beckoning hand of the oracle as he stood at the summit of the staircase" ... ... "I see still the incredible beauty of the sculptured cities and the pure spirit of man revealed in the lives and works of this world. I was overwhelmed by both wonder and understanding as I saw a completely different way to life, a way that had been crushed by the Federation long ago. I saw now how meaningless life had become with the loss of all these things ..." I wandered home though the silent streets And fell into a fitfull sleep Escape to realms beyond the night Dream can't you show me the light? I stand atop a spiral stair An oracle confronts me there He leads me on light years away Through astral nights, galactic days I see the works of gifted hands That grace this strange and wondrous land I see the hand of man arise With hungry mind and open eyes They left the planet long ago The elder race still learn and grow Their power grows with purpose strong To claim the home where they belong Oh, to tear the Temples down... Oh, to change..... "I have not left this cave for days now, it has become my last refuge in my total despair. I have only the music of the waterfall to comfort me now. I can no longer live under the control of the Federati |
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from Rush - Permanent Waves (1999)
Begin the day with a friendly voice, A companion unobtrusive Plays the song that's so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood. Off on your way, hit the open road, There is magic at your fingers For the Spirit ever lingers, Undemanding contact in your happy solitude. Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antennae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free All this machinery making modern music Can still be open-hearted. Not so coldly charted, it's really just a question Of your honesty, yeah, your honesty. One likes to believe in the freedom of music, But glittering prizes and endless compromises Shatter the illusion of integrity. For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall, Concert hall And echoes with the sounds of salesmen. |
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from Rush - Exit ... Stage Left (1999)
Our first stop is in Bogota
To check Columbian fields The natives smile and pass along A sample of their yield Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams Golden Acapulco nights Then Morocco, and the East, Fly by morning light We're on the train to Bangkok Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We only stop for the best Wreathed in smoke in Lebanon We burn the midnight oil The fragrance of Afghanistan Rewards a long day's toil Pulling into Katmandu Smoke rings fill the air Perfumed by a Nepal night The Express gets you there We're on the train to Bangkok Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We only stop for the best We're on the train to Bangkok Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We only stop for the We're on the train to Bangkok Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We only stop for the best |
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from Rush - Exit ... Stage Left (1999)
Ten score years ago, defeat the kingly foe
A wondrous dream came into being Tame the trackless waste, no virgin land left chaste All shining eyes, but never seeing Beneath the noble bird Between the proudest words Behind the beauty, cracks appear Once with heads held high They sang out to the sky Why do their shadows bow in fear? Watch the cities rise Another ship arrives Earth's melting pot and ever growing Fantastic dreams come true Inventing something new The greatest minds, and never knowing Beneath the noble bird Between the proudest words Behind the beauty, cracks appear Once with heads held high They sang out to the sky Why do their shadows bow in fear? The guns replace the plow, facades are tarnished now The principles have been betrayed The dreams's gone stale, but still, let hope prevail History's debt won't be repaid Beneath the noble bird Between the proudest words Behind the beauty, cracks appear Once with heads held high They sang out to the sky Why do their shadows bow in fear |
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from Rush - Exit ... Stage Left (1999)
And the men who hold high places Must be the ones who start To mould a new reality Closer to the Heart The Blacksmith and the artist Reflect it in their art Forge their creativity Closer to the Heart Philosophers and Ploughmen Each must know his part To sow a new mentality Closer to the Heart You can be the Captain I will draw the Chart Sailing into destiny Closer to the Heart |
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from Rush - Exit ... Stage Left (1999)
There are those who think that life
Has nothing left to chance, A host of holy horrors To direct our aimless dance A planet of playthings We dance on the strings Of powers we cannot perceive "The stars aren't aligned - Or the gods are malign" Blame is better to give than receive. You can choose a ready guide In some celestial voice. If you choose not to decide You still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears And kindness that can kill; I will choose a path that's clear- I will choose free will There are those who think that They've been dealt a losing hand, The cards were stacked against them- They weren't born in Lotus-Land All pre-ordained A prisoner in chains A victim of venomous fate Kicked in the face You can pray for a place In heaven's unearthly estate You can choose a ready guide In some celestial voice. If you choose not to decide You still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears And kindness that can kill; I will choose a path that's clear- I will choose free will Each of us A cell of awareness Imperfect and incomplete Genetic blends With uncertain ends On a fortune hunt That's far too fleet |
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from Rush - Exit ... Stage Left (1999)
The clouds prepare for battle
In the dark and brooding silence. Bruised and sullen stormclouds Have the light of day obscured. Looming low and ominous In twilight premature Thunderheads are rumbling In a distant overture... All at once, the clouds are parted. Light streams down in bright unbroken beams... Follow men's eyes as they look to the skies. The shifting shafts of shining weave the fabric of their dreams... |
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from Rush - Exit ... Stage Left (1999)
Yeah, oh yeah!
Ooh, said I, I'm comin' out to get you. Ooh, sit down. I'm comin' out to find you. Ooh, yeah. Ooh yeah. Findin' my way! I've been gone so long I've lost count of the years. Well, I sang some sad songs, oh yes, and cried some bad tears. Look out! I'm comin'. Whoa, whoa. Look out! I'm comin'. Whoa, yeah. I'm runnin', finding my way back home. Oh yeah! Yeah, oh yeah! Ooh, said I, I'm comin' back to look for you. Ooh, sit down. I'm goin' by the back door. Ooh, yeah. Ooh yeah. Findin' my way! You've done me no right, but you've done me some wrong. Left me lonely each night while I sing my sad song. Look out! I'm comin'. Whoa, whoa. Look out! I'm comin'. Whoa, yeah. I'm runnin', findin' my way back home. I'm comin'. Ooh, babe, I said I'm runnin'. Whoa, babe, I said I'm comin' to get you, mama. Said I'm runnin'. Ooh, babe, I said I'm comin' for you, babe. I said I'm runnin'. Ooh yes, babe, I said I'm comin' to get you, babe. I said I'm comin'. Ooh, yeah. I'm findin', I'm findin' my way back home. Well, I've had it for now, livin' on the road. Ooh, yeah. Ooh, yeah. Findin' my way! |
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from Rush - Exit ... Stage Left (1999)
My uncle has a country place, that no one knows about He says it used to be a farm, before the Motor Law On Sundays I elude the Eyes, And hop the turbine freight To far outside the Wire, where my white-haired uncle waits Jump to the ground As the turbo slows to cross the borderline Run like the wind, As excitement shivers up and down my spine Down in his barn My uncle preserved for me, an old machine - For fifty-odd years To keep it as new has been his dearest dream I strip away the old debris, that hides the shining car A brilliant red Barchetta, from a better, vanished time Fire up the willing engine, responding with a roar Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime ... Wind in my hair - Shifting and drifting - Mechanical music - Adrenaline surge - Well-weathered leather Hot metal and oil The scented country air Sunlight on chrome The blur of the landscape Every nerve aware Suddenly, ahead of me, across the mountainside A gleaming alloy air-car shoots toward me, two lanes wide I spin around with shrieking tires, to run the deadly race Go screaming through the valley as another joins the chase Drive like the wind Straining the limits of machine and man Laughing out loud With fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan At the one-lane bridge I leave the giants stranded At the riverside Race back to the farm To dream with my uncle At the fireside ... |
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from Rush - Exit ... Stage Left (1999)
Begin the day with a friendly voice, a companion unobtrusive
Plays that song that's so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood. Off on your way, hit the open road There is magic at your fingers For the spirit ever lingers - Undemanding contact in your happy solitude Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antenae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback, on timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price - almost free All this machinery making modern music Can still be open-hearted Not so coldly charted; it's really just a question of your honesty. One likes to believe in the freedom of music But glittering prizes and endless compromises shatter the illusion of integrity Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antenae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback, on timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price - almost free |
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from Rush - Exit ... Stage Left (1999)
Begin the day with a friendly voice
A companion unobtrusive Plays that song that's so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood Off on your way, hit the open road There is magic at your fingers For the spirit ever lingers Undemanding contact in your happy solitude Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antennae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free All this machinery making modern music Can still be open-hearted Not so coldly charted, it's really just a question Of your honesty, yeah, your honesty One likes to believe in the freedom of music But glittering prizes and endless compromises Shatter the illusion of integrity, yeah Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antennae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall Concert hall And echoes with the sound of salesmen Of salesmen, of salesmen |
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from Rush - Exit ... Stage Left (1999)
Rush - The Trees(러쉬 - 트리스)
There is unrest in the Forest There is trouble with the trees For the Maples want more sunligh And the Oaks ignore their pleas The trouble with the Maples And they're quite convinced they're right They say the Oaks are just too lofty And they grab up all the light But the Oaks can't help their feelings If they like the way they're made And they wonder why the Maples Can't be happy in their shade? There is trouble in the forest And the creatures all have fled As the Maples scream 'Oppression!' And the Oaks, just shake their heads So the Maples formed a Union And demanded equal rights 'The Oaks are just too greedy We will make them give us light' Now there's no more Oak oppression For they passed a noble law And the trees are all kept equal By hatchet,Axe,And saw. |
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from Rush - Exit ... Stage Left (1999)
A modern day warrior Mean mean stride Today's Tom Sawyer Mean mean pride Though his mind is not for rent Don't put him down as arrogant His reserve, a quiet defense Riding out the day's events - The river What you say about his company Is what you say about society Catch the mist - Catch the myth Catch the mystery - Catch the drift The world is the world is Love and life are deep Maybe as his skies are wide Today's Tom Sawyer He gets high on you And the space he invades He gets by on you No, his mind is not for rent To any god or government Always hopeful, yet discontent He knows changes aren't permanent - But change is What you say about his company Is what you say about society Catch the witness - Catch the wit Catch the spirit - Catch the spit The world is the world is Love and life are deep Maybe as his eyes are wide Exit the warrior Today's Tom Sawyer He gets high on you The energy you trade He gets right on to The friction of the day |
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from Rush - Exit ... Stage Left (1999)
"To seek the sacred river Alph To walk the caves of ice To break my fast on honey dew And drink the milk of Paradise...." I had heard the whispered tales of immortality The deepest mystery From an ancient book, I took a clue I scaled the frozen mountain tops Of eastern lands unknown Time and Man alone Searching for the lost - Xanadu Xanadu - To stand within the Pleasure Dome Decreed by Kubla Khan To taste anew the fruits of life The last immortal man To find the sacred river Alf To walk the caves of ice Oh, I will dine on honey dew And drink the milk of Paradise A thousand years have come and gone But Time has passed me by Stars stopped in the sky Frozen in an everlasting view Waiting for the world to end Weary of the night Praying for the light Prison of the lost -Xanadu Xanadu- Held within The Pleasure Dome Decreed by Kubla Khan To taste my bitter triumph As a mad immortal man Nevermore shall I return Escape these caves of ice For I have dined on honey dew And drunk the milk of Paradise |
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from Rush - Signals (2000)
Signals transmitted Message received Reaction making impact-- Invisibly Elemental telepathy Exchange of energy Reaction making contact Mysteriously Eye to I Reaction burning hotter Two to one Reflection on the water H to O No flow without the other Oh but how Do they make contact With one another? Electricity? Biology? Seems to me it's Chemistry Emotion transmitted Emotion received Music in the abstract Positively Elemental empathy A change of synergy Music making contact-- Naturally One, two, three Add without subtraction Sound on sound Multiplied reaction H to O No flow without the other Oh, but how Do we make contact With one another? |
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from Rush - Signals (2000)
Lit up with anticipation
We arrive at the launching site The sky is still dark, nearing dawn On the Florida coastline Circling choppers slash the night With roving searchlight beams This magic day when super-science Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams Floodlit in the hazy distance The star of this unearthly show Venting vapors, like the breath Of a sleeping white dragon Crackling speakers, voices tense Resume the final count All systems check, T minus nine As the sun and the drama start to mount The air is charged, a humid, motionless mass The crowds and the cameras, The cars full of spectators pass Excitement so thick, you could cut it with a knife Technology high, on the leading edge of life The earth beneath us starts to tremble With the spreading of a low black cloud A thunderous roar shakes the air Like the whole world exploding Scorching blast of golden fire As it slowly leaves the ground Tears away with a mighty force The air is shattered by the awesome sound Like a pillar of cloud, the smoke lingers High in the air In fascination with the eyes of the world We stare... |
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from Rush - Signals (2000)
His world is under observation-- We monitor his station Under faces and the places Where he traces points of view He picks up scraps of conversation-- Radio and radiation From the dancers and romancers With the answers -- but no clue He'd love to spend the night in Zion He's been a long while in Babylon He'd like a lover's wings to fly on To a tropic isle of Avalon His world is under anesthetic-- Subdivided and synthetic His reliance on the giants In the science of the day He picks up scraps of information-- He's adept at adaptation 'Cause for strangers and arrangers Constant change is here to stay He's got a force field and a flexible plan He's got a date with fate in a black sedan He plays fast forward for as long as he can But he won't need a bed-- He's a digital man |
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from Rush - Signals (2000)
The dancer slows her frantic pace In pain and desperation, Her aching limbs and downcast face Aglow with perspiration. Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire, With just the briefest pause-- The flooding through her memory, The echoes of old applause. She limps across the floor And closes her bedroom door... The writer stares with glassy eyes Defies the empty page, His beard is white, his face is lined And streaked with tears of rage. Thirty years ago, how the words would flow With passion and precision, But now his mind is dark and dulled By sickness and indecision. And he stares out the kitchen door Where the sun will rise no more... Some are born to move the world-- To live their fantasies But most of us just dream about The things we'd like to be Sadder still to watch it die Than never to have known it For you -- the blind who once could see-- The bell tolls for thee... |
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from Rush - Signals (2000)
He's a rebel and a runner
He's a signal turning green He's a restless young romantic Wants to run the big machine He's got a problem with his poisons But you know he'll find a cure He's cleaning up his systems To keep his nature pure Learning to match the beat of the Old World man Learning to catch the heat of the Third World man He's got to make his own mistakes And learn to mend the mess he makes He's old enough to know what's right But young enough not to choose it He's noble enough to win the world But weak enough to lose it - He's a New World man... He's a radio receiver Tuned to factories and farms He's a writer and arranger And a young boy bearing arms He's got a problem with his power With weapons on patrol He's got to walk a fine line And keep his self-control Trying to save the day for the Old World man Trying to pave the way for the Third World man He's not concerned with yesterday He knows constant change is here today He's noble enough to know what's right But weak enough not to choose it He's wise enough to win the world But fool enough to lose it - He's a New World man |
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from Rush - Signals (2000)
Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order An insulated border In between the bright lights And the far unlit unknown Growing up it all seems so one-sided Opinions all provided The future pre-decided Detached and subdivided In the mass production zone Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone Chorus (Subdivisions) In the high school halls In the shopping malls Conform or be cast out (Subdivisions) In the basement bars In the backs of cars Be cool or be cast out Any escape might help to smooth the unattractive truth But the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth Drawn like moths we drift into the city The timeless old attraction Cruising for the action Lit up like a firefly Just to feel the living night Some will sell their dreams for small desires Or lose the race to rats Get caught in ticking traps And start to dream of somewhere To relax their restless flight Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights... Chorus |
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from Rush - Signals (2000)
We've got nothing to fear...but fear itself?
Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy? Not the faulty units in this mad machinery? Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry? With an iron fist in a velvet glove We are sheltered under the gun In the glory game on the power train Thy kingdom's will be done And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us... He's not afraid of your judgment He knows of horrors worse than your Hell He's a little bit afraid of dying But he's a lot more afraid of your lying And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held against him... Can any part of life be larger than life? Even love must be limited by time And those who push us down that they might climb Is any killer worth more than his crime? Like a steely blade in a silken sheath We don't see what they're made of They shout about love, but when push comes to shove They live for the things they're afraid of And the knowledge that they fear is a weapon to be used against them... |
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from Rush - Moving Pictures (2001)
The night is black
Without a moon The air is thick and still The vigilantes gather on The lonely torch lit hill Features distorted in the flickering light The faces are twisted and grotesque Silent and stern in the sweltering night The mob moves like demons possessed Quiet in conscience, calm in their right Confident their ways are best The righteous rise With burning eyes Of hatred and ill-will Madmen fed on fear and lies To beat and burn and kill They say there are strangers who threaten us In our immigrants and infidels They say there is strangeness too dangerous In our theaters and bookstore shelves That those who know what's best for us Must rise and save us from ourselves Quick to judge Quick to anger Slow to understand Ignorance and prejudice And fear walk hand in hand... |
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from Rush - Vapor Trails (2002)
Ceiling Unlimited - Rush
It's not the heat It's the inhumanity Plugged into the sweat of a summer street Machine gun images pass Like malice through a looking glass The slackjaw gaze Of true profanity Feels more like surrender than defeat If culture is the curse of the thinking class If culture is the curse of the thinking class Ceiling unlimited World so wide Turn and turn again Feeling unlimited Still unsatisfied Changes never end The vacant laugh Of true insanity Dressed up in the mask of Tragedy Programmed for the guts and glands Of idle minds and idle hands I rest my case... Or at least my vanity Dressed up in the mask of Comedy If laughter is a straw for a drowning man If laughter is a straw for a drowning man Ceiling unlimited Windows open wide Look and look again Feeling unlimited Eyes on the prize Changes never end Winding like an ancient river The time is now again Hope is like an ancient river The time is now again The time is now again..................... .. Ceiling unlimited World so wide Turn and turn again turn again .. Feeling unlimited Still unsatisfied Changes never end.. Changes never end... |
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from Rush - Vapor Trails (2002)
Earthshine - Rush
On certain nights When the angles are right And the moon is a slender crescent It's circle shows In a ghostly glow Of earthly luminescence Earthshine A beacon in the night I can raise my eyes to Earthshine Earthshine A jewel out of reach Form a dream to rise to Earthshine Floating high In the evening sky I see my faint reflection Pale facsimile Like what others see When they look in my direction Earthshine Stretching out your hand Full of starlit diamonds Earthshine Reflected light To another's sight And the moon tells a lover's story My borrowed face And my third hand grace Only reflect your glory You're still out of reach Form a dream to rise to Earthshine ............................. |
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from Rush - Vapor Trails (2002)
Freeze(Part. IV of Fear)- Rush
The city crouches, steaming In the early morning half light The sun is still a rumor And the night is still a threat Slipping through the dark streets And the echoes and the shadows Something stirs behind me And my palms begin to sweat Sometimes I freeze...until the light comes Sometimes I fly...into the night Sometimes I fight...against the darkness Sometimes I'm wrong...sometimes I'm right Coiled for the spring Or caught like a creature in the headlights Into a desperate panic Or a tempest of blind fury Like a cornered beast Or a conquering hero The menace threatens, closing And I'm frozen in the shadows I'm not prepared to run away And I'm not prepared to fight I can't stand to reason Or surrender to a reflex I will trust my instincts Or surrender to my fright Sometimes we freeze...until the light comes Sometimes we're wrong...and sometimes we're right Sometimes we fight...against the darkness Sometimes we fly...into the night Blood running cold Mind going down into a dark night Of a desperate panic Or a tempest of blind fury Like a cornered beast Or a conquering hero Sometimes I freeze Sometimes I fight Sometimes I fly Into the night |
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from Rush - Vapor Trails (2002)
Freeze(Part. IV of Fear)- Rush
The city crouches, steaming In the early morning half light The sun is still a rumor And the night is still a threat Slipping through the dark streets And the echoes and the shadows Something stirs behind me And my palms begin to sweat Sometimes I freeze...until the light comes Sometimes I fly...into the night Sometimes I fight...against the darkness Sometimes I'm wrong...sometimes I'm right Coiled for the spring Or caught like a creature in the headlights Into a desperate panic Or a tempest of blind fury Like a cornered beast Or a conquering hero The menace threatens, closing And I'm frozen in the shadows I'm not prepared to run away And I'm not prepared to fight I can't stand to reason Or surrender to a reflex I will trust my instincts Or surrender to my fright Sometimes we freeze...until the light comes Sometimes we're wrong...and sometimes we're right Sometimes we fight...against the darkness Sometimes we fly...into the night Blood running cold Mind going down into a dark night Of a desperate panic Or a tempest of blind fury Like a cornered beast Or a conquering hero Sometimes I freeze Sometimes I fight Sometimes I fly Into the night |
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from Rush - Vapor Trails (2002)
Ghost Rider - Rush
Pack up all those phantoms Shoulder that invisible load Keep on riding North and West Haunting that wilderness road Like a ghost rider Carry all those phantoms Through bitter wind and stormy skies From the desert to the mountain From the lowest low to the highest high Like a ghost rider Keep on riding North and West Then circle South and East Show me beauty but there is no peace For the ghost rider For the ghost rider Shadows on the road behind Shadows on the road ahead Nothing can stop you now Nothing can stop you now There's a shadow on the road behind There's a shadow on the road ahead Nothing can stop you now Nothing can stop you now Sunrise in the mirror Lightens that invisible load Riding on a nameless quest Haunting that wilderness road Like a ghost rider Just an escape artist Racing against the night A wandering hermit Racing toward the light From the white sands To the canyon lands To the redwood stands To the barren lands To the barren lands Sunrise on the road behind Sunset on the road ahead There's nothing to stop you now Nothing can stop you now (Repeat) |
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from Rush - Vapor Trails (2002)
Nocturne - Rush
Did I have a dream? Or did the dream have me? ...... Set off on a night-sea journey Without memory or desire Drifting through lost latitudes With no compass and no chart Flying through hallucination Distant voices, signal fires Lighting up my unconscious And the secret places of the heart Dream - temporary madness Dream - a voice in the wilderness Dream - unconscious revelations The morning says, the answer is yes Did I have a dream? Or did the dream have me? ...... Floating through a darkened mirror Deep reflections in disguise Soaring through lost altitudes Without wonder, without fear Symbols on a field of visions Behind the curtain of sleeping eyes On the instant of waking Another world of dreams appears .. Dream - temporary madness Dream - a walk in the wilderness Dream - unconscious recreation The morning says the answer is yes.. ............................. |
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from Rush - Vapor Trails (2002)
Out Of The Craddle - Rush
It's not a place It's a yearning It's not a race It's a journey It's not an act It's attraction It's not a style It's an action It's a dream for the waking It's a flower touched by flame It's a gift for the giving It's a power with a hundred names Surge of energy, spark of inspiration The breath of love is electricity Maybe time is bird in flight Endlessly mocking Here we come out of the cradle Endlessly rocking Endlessly rocking It's a hand That rocks the cradle It's a motion That swings the sky It's method on the edge of madness It's a balance on the edge of a knife It's a smile on the edge of sadness It's a dance on the edge of life Endlessly rocking Surge of energy, spark of inspiration The breath of love is electricity Maybe time is bird in flight Endlessly mocking Here we come out of the cradle Endlessly rocking Endlessly rocking ............................... |
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from Rush - Vapor Trails (2002)
Peaceable Kingdom - Rush
A wave toward the clearing the sky All this time we're talking and sharing our rational view A billion other voices are spreading other news All this time we're living and trying to understand Why a billion other choices are making their demands Talk of a peaceable kingdom Talk of a time without fear The ones we wish would listen Are never going to hear Justice against the hanged man Knight of Wands against the hour Swords against the kingdom Time against the tower All this time we're shuffling and laying out all our cards While a billion other dealers are slipping past our guards All this time we're hoping and praying we all might learn While a billion other teachers are teaching them how to burn Dream of a peaceable kingdom Dream of a time without war The ones we wish would hear us Have heard it all before A wave toward the clearing sky A wave toward the clearing sky The hermit against the lovers Or the devil against the fool Swords against the kingdom The wheel against the rules All this time we're burning like bonfires in the dark A billion other blazes are shooting off their sparks Every spark a drifting ember of desire To fall upon the earth and spark another fire A homeward angel on the fly A wave toward the clearing sky |
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from Rush - Vapor Trails (2002)
Secret Touch - Rush
The way out Is the way in The way out Is the way in... Out of touch With the weather and the wind direction With the sunrise And the phases of the moon Out of touch With life in the land of the loving With the living night And the darkness at high noon You can never break the chain There is never love without pain A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart The way out Is the way in The way out Is the way in... ........... Out of sync With the rhythm of my own reactions With the things that last And the things that come apart Out of sync With love in the land of the living A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart A healing hand, a secret touch on the heart.... The way out Is the way in The way out Is the way in... ........... .. You can never break the chain There is never love without pain A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart There is never love without pain Life is a power that remains A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart .................... |
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from Rush - Vapor Trails (2002)
Sweet Miracle - Rush
I wasn't walking on water I was standing on a reef When the tide came in Swept beneath the surface Lost without a trace No hope at all No hope at all Oh, sweet miracle Oh, sweet miracle Of life I wasn't walking with angels I was talking to myself Rising up to the surface Raging against the night Starless night Oh, sweet miracle Love's sweet miracle Oh, sweet miracle Of life I wasn't praying for magic I was hiding in plain sight Rising up from the surface To fly into the light Oh, sweet miracle Oh, sweet miracle Of life.................. |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
And the meek shall inherit the earth.... "The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the heart of every Federation city. I have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated and directed from within! Our books, our music, our work and play are all looked after by the benevolent wisdom of the priests..." We've taken care of everything The words you hear the songs you sing The pictures that give pleasure to you eyes. It's one for all and all for one We work together common sons Never need to wonder how or why. We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls. We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx All the gifts of life are held within our walls. Look around this world we made Equality our stock in trade Come and join the Brotherhood of Man Oh what a nice contented world Let the banners be unfurled Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand. We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls. We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx All the gifts of life are held within our walls.... "Behind my beloved waterfall, in the little room that was hidden beneath the cave, I found it. I brushed away the dust of the years, and picked it up, holding it reverently in my hands. I had no idea what it might be, but it was beautiful" ... ... "I learned to lay my fingers across the wires, and to turn the keys to make them sound differently. As I struck the wires with my other hand, I produced my first harmonious sounds, and soon my own music! How different it could be from the music of the Temples! I can't wait to tell the priests about it! ..." What can this strange device be? When I touch it, it gives forth a sound It's got wires that vibrate and give music What can this thing be that I found? See how it sings like a sad heart And joyously screams out its pain Sounds that build high like a mountain Or notes that fall gently like rain. I can't wait to share this new wonder The people will all see its light Let them all make their own music The Priests praise my name on this night.... "In the sudden silence as I finished playing, I looked up to a circle of grim, expressionless faces. Father Brown rose to his feet, and his somnolent voice echoed throughout the silent Temple Hall." ... ... "Instead of the grateful joy that I expected, they were words of quiet rejection! Instead of praise, sullen dismissal. I watched in shock and horror as Father Brown ground my precious instrument to splinters beneath his feet..." I know it's most unusual To come before you so But I've found an ancient miracle I thought that you should know Listen to my music And hear what it can do There's something here as strong as life I know that it will reach you. Yes, we know it's nothing new It's just a waste of time We have no need for ancient ways The world is doing fine Another toy will help destroy The elder race of man Forget about your silly whim It doesn't fit the plan. I can't believe you're saying These things just can't be true Our world could use this beauty Just think what we might do. Listen to my music And hear what it can do There's something here as strong as life I know that it will reach you. Don't annoy us further We have our work to do. Just think about the average What use have they for you? Another toy will help destroy The elder race of man Forget about your silly whim It doesn't fit the plan.... "I guess it was a dream, but even now it all seems so vivid to me. Clearly yet I see the beckoning hand of the oracle as he stood at the summit of the staircase" ... ... "I see still the incredible beauty of the sculptured cities and the pure spirit of man revealed in the lives and works of this world. I was overwhelmed by both wonder and understanding as I saw a completely different way to life, a way that had been crushed by the Federation long ago. I saw now how meaningless life had become with the loss of all these things ..." I wandered home though the silent streets And fell into a fitfull sleep Escape to realms beyond the night Dream can't you show me the light? I stand atop a spiral stair An oracle confronts me there He leads me on light years away Through astral nights, galactic days I see the works of gifted hands That grace this strange and wondrous land I see the hand of man arise With hungry mind and open eyes They left the planet long ago The elder race still learn and grow Their power grows with purpose strong To claim the home where they belong Oh, to tear the Temples down... Oh, to change..... "I have not left this cave for days now, it has become my last refuge in my total despair. I have only the music of the waterfall to comfort me now. I can no longer live under the control of the Federati |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
There is a lake between sun and moon
Not too many know about In the silence between whisper and shout The space between wonder and doubt This is a fine place Shining face to face Those bonfire lights in the mirror of sky The space between wonder and why ahh yes to yes ahh ahh to yes why the sun why the sun There is a fine line between love and illusion A fine place to penetrate The gap between actor and act The lens between wishes and fact This is a fine place To hesitate Those bonfire lights in the lake of sky The time between wonder and why Some need to pray to the sun at high noon Some need to howl at the midwinter moon Reborn and baptized in a moment of grace We just need a break From the headlong race ahh yes to yes to ahh ahh to yes why the sun why the sun |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
If we burn our wings
Flying too close to the sun If the moment of glory Is over before it's begun If the dream is won -- Though everything is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost When the dust has cleared And victory denied A summit too lofty River a little too wide If we keep our pride Though paradise is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost And if the music stops There's only the sound of the rain All the hope and glory, All the sacrifice in vain And if love remains Though everything is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
The tobes of hades lit by flickering torchlight The netherworld is gathered in the glare Prince By-tor takes the cavern to the north light The sign of Eth is rising in the air By-tor, Knight of darkness Centurion of evil Devil's prince II - Across the Styx Across the river Styx out of the lamplight His nemesis is waiting at the gate The Snow Dog ermine glowing in the damp night Coal black eyes shimmering with hate By-tor and the Snow Dog Square for battle Let the fray begin III - Epilogue The battle's over and the dust is clearing Disciples of the Snow Dog sound the knell Rejoicing echoes as the dawn is nearing By-tor in defeat retreats to hell Snow Dog is victorious The land of the Overworld Is saved again Is saved again |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
And the men who hold high places Must be the ones who start To mould a new reality Closer to the Heart The Blacksmith and the artist Reflect it in their art Forge their creativity Closer to the Heart Philosophers and Ploughmen Each must know his part To sow a new mentality Closer to the Heart You can be the Captain I will draw the Chart Sailing into destiny Closer to the Heart |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
In the constellation of Cygnus There lurks a mysterious, invisible force The Black Hole Of Cygnus X-1 Six Stars of the Northern Cross In mourning for their sister's loss In a final flash of glory Nevermore to grace the night... 1 Invisible To telescopic eye Infinity The star that would not die All who dare To cross her course Are swallowed by A fearsome force Through the void To be destroyed Or is there something more? Atomized - at the core Or through the Astral Door - To soar... 2 I set a course just east of Lyra And northwest of Pegasus Flew into the light of Deneb Sailed across the Milky Way On my ship, the 'Rocinante' Wheeling through the galaxies, Headed for the heart of Cygnus Headlong into mystery The x-ray is her siren song My ship cannot resist her long Nearer to my deadly goal Until the Black Hole - Gains control... 3 Spinning, whirling, Still descending Like a spiral sea, Unending Sound and fury Drowns my heart Every nerve Is torn apart.... To be continued |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
An ill wind comes arising
Across the cities of the plain There's no swimming in the heavy water No singing in the acid rain Red alert Red alert It's so hard to stay together Passing through revolving doors We need someone to talk to And someone to sweep the floors Incomplete Incomplete The world weighs on my shoulders But what am I to do? You sometimes drive me crazy But I worry about you I know it makes on difference To what you're going through But I see the tip of the iceberg And I worry about you... Cruising under your radar Watching from satellites Take a page from the red book Keep them in your sights Red alert Red alert Left and rights of passage Black and whites of youth Who can face the knowledge That the truth is not the truth? Obsolete Absolute Absalom, Absalom, Absalom |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
He's got a roadmap of Jupiter
A radar fix on the stars All along the highway She's got a liquid-crystal compass A picture book of the rivers Under the Sahara They travel in the time of the prophets On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run On the run He's got a starmap of Hollywood A list of cheap motels All along the freeway She's got a sister out in Vegas Promise of a decent job Far away from her home town They travel on the road to redemption A highway out of yesterday that tomorrow will bring Like lovers and heroes, birds in the last days of spring We're only at home when we're on the wing On the wing WE ARE YOUNG WANDERING THE FACE OF THE EARTH WONDERING WHAT OUR DREAMS MIGHT BE WORTH LEARNING THAT WE'RE ONLY IMMORTAL FOR A LIMITED TIME Time is a gypsy caravan Steals away in the night To leave you stranded in Dreamland Distance is a long-range filter Memory a flickering light Left behind in the heartland We travel in the dark of the new moon A starry highway traced on the map of the sky Like lovers and heroes, lonely as the eagle's cry We're only at home when we're on the fly On the fly We travel on the road to adventure On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run On the run |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
Driven up and down in circles skidding down a road of black ice Staring in and out storm windows Driven to a fool's paradise BUT IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVE Driven to the margin of error Drivent to the edge of control Driven to the margin of terror Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole Driven day and night in circles Spinning like a whirlwind of leaves Stealing in and out of back alleys Driven to another den of thieves BUT IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVE Driven in-Driven to the edge Driven out-On the thin end of the wedge Driven off-By things I've never seen Driven on-By the road to somewhere I've never been IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVE The road unwinds toward me What was there is gone The road unwinds before me And I go riding on |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
Earthshine - Rush
On certain nights When the angles are right And the moon is a slender crescent It's circle shows In a ghostly glow Of earthly luminescence Earthshine A beacon in the night I can raise my eyes to Earthshine Earthshine A jewel out of reach Form a dream to rise to Earthshine Floating high In the evening sky I see my faint reflection Pale facsimile Like what others see When they look in my direction Earthshine Stretching out your hand Full of starlit diamonds Earthshine Reflected light To another's sight And the moon tells a lover's story My borrowed face And my third hand grace Only reflect your glory You're still out of reach Form a dream to rise to Earthshine ............................. |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
There are those who think that life
Has nothing left to chance, A host of holy horrors To direct our aimless dance A planet of playthings We dance on the strings Of powers we cannot perceive "The stars aren't aligned - Or the gods are malign" Blame is better to give than receive. You can choose a ready guide In some celestial voice. If you choose not to decide You still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears And kindness that can kill; I will choose a path that's clear- I will choose free will There are those who think that They've been dealt a losing hand, The cards were stacked against them- They weren't born in Lotus-Land All pre-ordained A prisoner in chains A victim of venomous fate Kicked in the face You can pray for a place In heaven's unearthly estate You can choose a ready guide In some celestial voice. If you choose not to decide You still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears And kindness that can kill; I will choose a path that's clear- I will choose free will Each of us A cell of awareness Imperfect and incomplete Genetic blends With uncertain ends On a fortune hunt That's far too fleet |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
Ghost Rider - Rush
Pack up all those phantoms Shoulder that invisible load Keep on riding North and West Haunting that wilderness road Like a ghost rider Carry all those phantoms Through bitter wind and stormy skies From the desert to the mountain From the lowest low to the highest high Like a ghost rider Keep on riding North and West Then circle South and East Show me beauty but there is no peace For the ghost rider For the ghost rider Shadows on the road behind Shadows on the road ahead Nothing can stop you now Nothing can stop you now There's a shadow on the road behind There's a shadow on the road ahead Nothing can stop you now Nothing can stop you now Sunrise in the mirror Lightens that invisible load Riding on a nameless quest Haunting that wilderness road Like a ghost rider Just an escape artist Racing against the night A wandering hermit Racing toward the light From the white sands To the canyon lands To the redwood stands To the barren lands To the barren lands Sunrise on the road behind Sunset on the road ahead There's nothing to stop you now Nothing can stop you now (Repeat) |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
Yeah, oh yeah!
Ooh, said I, I'm comin' out to get you. Ooh, sit down. I'm comin' out to find you. Ooh, yeah. Ooh yeah. Findin' my way! I've been gone so long I've lost count of the years. Well, I sang some sad songs, oh yes, and cried some bad tears. Look out! I'm comin'. Whoa, whoa. Look out! I'm comin'. Whoa, yeah. I'm runnin', finding my way back home. Oh yeah! Yeah, oh yeah! Ooh, said I, I'm comin' back to look for you. Ooh, sit down. I'm goin' by the back door. Ooh, yeah. Ooh yeah. Findin' my way! You've done me no right, but you've done me some wrong. Left me lonely each night while I sing my sad song. Look out! I'm comin'. Whoa, whoa. Look out! I'm comin'. Whoa, yeah. I'm runnin', findin' my way back home. I'm comin'. Ooh, babe, I said I'm runnin'. Whoa, babe, I said I'm comin' to get you, mama. Said I'm runnin'. Ooh, babe, I said I'm comin' for you, babe. I said I'm runnin'. Ooh yes, babe, I said I'm comin' to get you, babe. I said I'm comin'. Ooh, yeah. I'm findin', I'm findin' my way back home. Well, I've had it for now, livin' on the road. Ooh, yeah. Ooh, yeah. Findin' my way! |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
Living on a lighted stage Approaches the unreal For those who think and feel In touch with some reality Beyond the gilded cage Cast in this unlikely role, Ill-equipped to act With insufficient tact One must put up barriers To keep oneself intact Living in the limelight The universal dream For those who wish to seem Those who wish to be Must put aside the alienation Get on with the fascination The real relation The underlying theme Living in a fisheye lens Caught in the camera eye I have no heart to lie I can't pretend a stranger Is a long-awaited friend All the world's indeed a stage And we are merely players Performers and portrayers Each another's audience Outside the gilded cage |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
When the ebbing tide retreats Along the rocky shoreline, It leaves a trail of tidal pools In a short-lived galaxy. Each microcosmic planet A complete society. A simple kind mirror To reflect upon our own. All the busy little creatures Chasing out their destinies. Living in the pools, They soon forget about the sea... Wheels within wheels in a spiral array, A pattern so grand and complex, Time after time we lose sight of the way, Our causes can't see their effects. 2. Hyerspace A quantum leap forward In time and in space, The universe learned to expand. Myths and the magic, Triumphant and tragic, A mechanized world out of hand. Computerized clinic For superior cynics Who dance to a synthetic band. In their own image, Their world is fashion. No wonder they don't understand. 3. Permanent Waves Science, like nature Must also be tamed With a view toward its preservation. Given the same State of integrity, It will surely serve us well. Art as expression, Not as market campaigns Will still capture our imaginations. Given the same State of integrity, It will surely help us along. The most endangered species, The honest man, Will still survive annihilation. Forming a world State of integrity, Sensitive, open and strong. Wave after wave will flow with the tide, and bury the world as it does. Tide after tide will flow and recede, leaving life to go on as it was... Your request matches 1 albums and 6 songs |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
He's a rebel and a runner
He's a signal turning green He's a restless young romantic Wants to run the big machine He's got a problem with his poisons But you know he'll find a cure He's cleaning up his systems To keep his nature pure Learning to match the beat of the Old World man Learning to catch the heat of the Third World man He's got to make his own mistakes And learn to mend the mess he makes He's old enough to know what's right But young enough not to choose it He's noble enough to win the world But weak enough to lose it - He's a New World man... He's a radio receiver Tuned to factories and farms He's a writer and arranger And a young boy bearing arms He's got a problem with his power With weapons on patrol He's got to walk a fine line And keep his self-control Trying to save the day for the Old World man Trying to pave the way for the Third World man He's not concerned with yesterday He knows constant change is here today He's noble enough to know what's right But weak enough not to choose it He's wise enough to win the world But fool enough to lose it - He's a New World man |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
One Little Victory - Rush
A certain measure of innocence Willing to appear naive A certain degree of imagination A measure of make-believe A certain degree of surrender To the forces of light and heat A shot of satisfaction In a willingness to risk defeat Celebrate the moment As it turns into one more Another chance at victory Another chance to score The measure of the moment In a difference of degree Just one little victory A spirit breaking free One little victory The greatest act can be One little victory A certain measure of righteousness A certain amount of force A certain degree of determination Daring on a different course A certain amount of resistance To the forces of the light and love A certain measure of tolerance A willingness to rise above One little victory............. Celebrate the moment As it turns into one more Another chance at victory Another chance to score The measure of the moment In a difference of degree Just one little victory A spirit breaking free.. The greatest act can be One little victory.............. One little victory............. ................................ |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
All that we can do is just survive
All that we can do to help ourselves Is stay alive... Ragged lines of ragged grey Skeletons, they shuffle away Shouting guards and smoking guns Will cut down the unlucky ones I clutch the wire fence Until my fingers bleed A wound that will not heal- A heart that cannot feel- Hoping that the horror will recede Hoping that tomorrow- We'll all be freed Sickness to insanity Prayer to profanity Days and weeks and months go by Don't feel the hunger-too weak to cry I hear the sound of gunfire At the prison gate Are the liberators here- Do I hope or do I fear? For my father and my brother-it's too late But I must help my mother Stand up straight... Are we the last ones left alive? Are we the only human beings To survive |
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I can learn to resist
Anything but temptation I can lear to co-exist With anything but pain I can learn to compromise Anything but my desires I can learn to get along With all the things I can't explain I can learn to resist Anything but frustration I can learn to persist With anything but aiming low I can learn to close my eyes To anything but injustice I can learn to get along With all the things I don't know You can surrender Without a prayer But never really pray Without surrender You can fight Without ever winning But never ever win Without a fight |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
Well, you can stake that claim
Good work is the key to good fortune Winners take that praise Losers seldom take that blame If they don't take that game And sometimes the winner takes nothing We draw our own designs But fortune has to make that frame We go out in the world and take our chances Fate is just the weight of circumstances That's the way that lady luck dances Roll the bones Why are we here? Because we're here Roll the bones Why does it happen? Because it happens Roll the bones Faith is cold as ice Why are little ones born only to suffer For the want of immunity Or a bowl of rice? Well, who would hold a price On the heads of the innocent children If there's some immortal power To control the dice? We come in to the world and take our chances Fate is just the weight of circumstances That's the way that lady luck dances Roll the bones Jack, relax. Get busy with the facts. No zodiacs or almanacs, No maniacs in polyester slacks. Just the facts. Gonna kick some gluteus max. It's a paralax, you dig? You move around The small gets big. It's a rig It's action reaction Random interaction. So who's afraid Of little abstraction Can't get no satisfaction >From the facts? You'd better run, homeboy A fact's a fact >From Nome to Rome, boy. What's the deal? Spin the wheel. If the dice are hot take a shot. Play your cards. Show us what you got What you're holding. If the cards are cold Don't go folding. Lady Luck is golden; She favors the bold. That's cold Stop throwing stones The night has a thousand saxaphones. So get out there and rock, And roll the bones. Get busy |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
Secret Touch - Rush
The way out Is the way in The way out Is the way in... Out of touch With the weather and the wind direction With the sunrise And the phases of the moon Out of touch With life in the land of the loving With the living night And the darkness at high noon You can never break the chain There is never love without pain A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart The way out Is the way in The way out Is the way in... ........... Out of sync With the rhythm of my own reactions With the things that last And the things that come apart Out of sync With love in the land of the living A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart A healing hand, a secret touch on the heart.... The way out Is the way in The way out Is the way in... ........... .. You can never break the chain There is never love without pain A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart There is never love without pain Life is a power that remains A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart .................... |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
Begin the day with a friendly voice, a companion unobtrusive
Plays that song that's so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood. Off on your way, hit the open road There is magic at your fingers For the spirit ever lingers - Undemanding contact in your happy solitude Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antenae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback, on timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price - almost free All this machinery making modern music Can still be open-hearted Not so coldly charted; it's really just a question of your honesty. One likes to believe in the freedom of music But glittering prizes and endless compromises shatter the illusion of integrity Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antenae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback, on timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price - almost free |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
Big money goes around the world
Big money underground Big money got a mighty voice Big money make no sound Big money pull a million strings Big money hold the prize Big money weave a mighty web Big money draw the flies Sometimes pushing people around Sometimes pulling out the rug Sometimes pushing all the buttons Sometimes pulling out the plug It's the power and the glory It's a war in paradise It's a cinderella story On a tumble of the dice Big money goes around the world Big money take a cruise Big money leave a mighty wake Big money leave a bruise Big money make a million dreams Big money spin big deals Big money make a mighty head Big money spin big wheels Sometimes building ivory towers Sometimes knocking castles down Sometimes building you a stairway Lock you underground It's that old-time religion it's the kingdom they would rule It's the fool on television Getting paid to play the fool Big money goes around the world Big money give and take Big money done a power of good Big money make mistakes Big money got a heavy hand Big money take control Big money got a mean streak Big money got no soul |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
Proud swagger out of the schoolyard
Waiting for the world's applause Rebel without a conscience Martyr without a cause Static on your frequency Electrical storm in your veins Raging at unreachable glory Straining at invisible chains And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge Staring down into a heartless sea Can't face life on a razor's edge Nothing's what you thought it would be All of us get lost in the darkness Dreamers learn to steer by the stars All of us do time in the gutter Dreamers turn to look at the stars Turn around and turn around and turn around Turn around and walk the razor's edge Don't turn your back And slam the door on me It's not as if this barricade Blocks the only road It's not as if you're all alone In wanting to explode Someone set a bad example Made surrender seem all right The act of a noble warrior Who lost the will to fight And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge Staring down into a heartless sea Done with life on a razor's edge Nothing's what you thought it would be No hero in your tragedy No daring in your escape No salutes for your surrender Nothing noble in your fate Christ, what have you done |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
A modern day warrior Mean mean stride Today's Tom Sawyer Mean mean pride Though his mind is not for rent Don't put him down as arrogant His reserve, a quiet defense Riding out the day's events - The river What you say about his company Is what you say about society Catch the mist - Catch the myth Catch the mystery - Catch the drift The world is the world is Love and life are deep Maybe as his skies are wide Today's Tom Sawyer He gets high on you And the space he invades He gets by on you No, his mind is not for rent To any god or government Always hopeful, yet discontent He knows changes aren't permanent - But change is What you say about his company Is what you say about society Catch the witness - Catch the wit Catch the spirit - Catch the spit The world is the world is Love and life are deep Maybe as his eyes are wide Exit the warrior Today's Tom Sawyer He gets high on you The energy you trade He gets right on to The friction of the day |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
Unstable condition: A symptom of life In mental, And environmental Change Atmospheric disturbance - The feverish flux, Of human interface And interchange The impulse is pure - Sometimes our circuits get shorted, By external interference Signals get crossed - And the balance distorted By internal incoherence A tired mind become a shape-shifter Everybody need a mood lifter Everybody need reverse polarity Everybody got mixed feelings About the function and the form Everybody got to deviate From the norm An ounce of perception A pound of obscure, Process information At half speed Pause: Rewind - replay - Warm memory chip Random-sample - Hold the one you need Leave out the fiction The fact is; This friction, Will only be worn by persistence Leave out conditions Courageous convictions, Will drag the dream into existence A tired mind become a shape-shifter Everybody need a soft filter Everybody need reverse polarity Everybody got mixed feelings About the function and the form Everybody got to elevate From the norm |
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from Rush - Rush In Rio (2003)
I get up at seven, yeah And I go to work at nine I got no time for livin' Yes, I'm workin' all the time It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me They call me the workin' man I get home at five o'clock And I take myself out a nice, cold beer Always seem to be wonderin' why There's nothin' goin' down here It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me They call me the workin' man Yeah, they call me the workin' man I guess that's what I am |
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from Rush - Feedback (2004)
I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees
Down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees Asked the Lord above for mercy, save me if you please I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride Down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride Nobody seemed to know me, everybody passed me by Well I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side You can still barrelhouse, baby, on the riverside Well I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side You can still barrelhouse, baby, on the riverside You can run, you can run, tell my friend boy Willie Brown You can run, you can run, tell my friend boy Willie Brown And I'm standing at the crossroads, I believe I'm sinkin' down |
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from Rush - Feedback (2004)
Sick at heart and lonely,
Deep in dark despair. Thinking one thought only Where is she tell me where. And if she says to you She don't love me Just give her my message Tell her of my plea And I know if she had me back again Well I would never make her sad. I've gotta heart full of soul. She's been gone such a long time Longer than I can bear But if she says she wants me Tell her that I'll be there And if she says to you She don't love me Just give her my message Tell her of my plea. |
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from Rush - Feedback (2004)
Oh, hello, Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason
For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season Why in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasin' I'll cop out to the change, but a stranger is putting the tease on I was down on a frown when the messenger brought me a letter I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her Any girl in the world could have easily known me better She said you're strange, but don't change, and I let her In a while, will the smile on my face turn to plaster Stick around while the clown who is sick does the trick of disaster For the race of my head and my face is moving much faster Is it strange I should change I don't know, why don't you ask her [4x] |
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from Rush - Feedback (2004)
When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a man
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a can In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah! If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have got no eyes My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah! One... Two... Three... Four! |
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from Rush - Feedback (2004)
Shapes of things before my eyes,
Just teach me to despise. Will time make men more wise? Here within my lonely frame, My eyes just hurt my brain. But will it seem the same? Come tomorrow, will I be older? Come tomorrow, may be a soldier. Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today? Now the trees are almost green. But will they still be seen? When time and tide have been. Come tomorrow, will I be older? Come tomorrow, may be a soldier. Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today Fall into your passing hands. Please don't destroy these lands. Don't make them desert sands. Come tomorrow, will I be older? Come tomorrow, may be a soldier. Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today? Soon I hope that I will find, Thoughts deep within my mind. That won't disgrace my kind. |
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from Rush - Feedback (2004)
<i>[Originally by Eddie Cochran]</i>
Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss I'm gonna raise a holler About a working all summer Just to try to earn a dollar Well, time I called my baby Try to get a date My boss says, no dice son You gotta work late Sometimes I wonder What I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure For the summertime blues Oh, well my Mom and Poppa told me, son You gotta make some money If you want to use the car To go ridin' next Sunday Well I didn't go to work Told the boss I was sick Well you can't use the car Cause you didn't work a lick Sometimes I wonder What I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure For the summertime blues I'm gonna take two weeks Gonna have a fine vacation I'm gonna take my problem To the United Nations Well I called my congressman And he said, whoa I'd like to help you son But you're too young to vote Sometimes I wonder What I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure For the summertime blues |
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from Rush - Feedback (2004)
I've looked under chairs
I've looked under tables I've tried to find the key To fifty million fables They call me The Seeker I've been searching low and high I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die I asked Bobby Dylan I asked The Beatles I asked Timothy Leary But he couldn't help me either They call me The Seeker I've been searching low and high I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die People tend to hate me 'Cause I never smile As I ransack their homes They want to shake my hand Focusing on nowhere Investigating miles I'm a seeker I'm a really desperate man I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die I learned how to raise my voice in anger Yeah, but look at my face, ain't this a smile? I'm happy when life's good And when it's bad I cry I've got values but I don't know how or why I'm looking for me You're looking for you We're looking in at each other And we don't know what to do They call me The Seeker I've been searching low and high I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die |
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from Rush - Presto (2004)
There's a snake crawling out of the darkness
Parade from paradise End the need for Eden Chase the dreams of merchandise There is tic and toc in atomic Leaders make a deal The cosmic is largely comic A con they couldn't conceal There is no safe seat at the feast Take your best stab at the beast The night is turning thin The saint is turning to sin Raise the art to resistance Danger dare to be grand Pride reduced to humble pie Diamonds down to sand Take heart in the earth and the weather The brightness of new birth Take heart in the harvest Shave the harvest from the earth There is no safe seat at the feast Take your best stab at the beast The night is turning thin The saint is turning to sin Reasoning is partly insane Image just an eyeless game The night is turning thin The saint is turning to sin Miracles will have their claimers More will bow to Rome He and she are in the house But it's only me at home Rose is a rose of splendor Posed to respond in the end Lonely things like nights, I find, end finer with a friend I hear in the rate of her heart A tear in the heat of the art The night turns thin The saint turns to sin |
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from Rush - Presto (2004)
The restless wind has seen all things in every kind of light
Rising with the full moon to go howling through the night The sleepless wind has heard all things between the sea and sky In the canyons of the city, you can hear the buildings cry Oh the wind can carry all the voices of the sea Oh the wind can carry all the echoes home to me Run with wind and weather to the music of the sea All four winds together can't bring the world to me Chase the wind around the world I want to look at life - In the available light Play of light - a photograph - The way I used to be Some half-forgotten stranger doesn't mean that much to me Trick of light - moving picture - Moments caught in flight Make the shadows darken or the colors shine too bright Oh the light can carry all the visions of the sea Oh the light can carry all the images to me Run to light from shadow Sun gives me no rest Promise offered in the east - Broken in the west Chase the sun around the world I want to look at life - In the available light All four winds together can't bring the world to me Shadows hide the play of light - So much I want to see Chase the light around the world I want to look at life - In the available light I'll go with the wind... I'll stand in the light... |
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from Rush - Presto (2004)
energy is contagious
enthusiasm spreads tides repond to lunar gravitation everthing truns in synchronous relation laughter is infectious excitement goes to my head winds are stirred by planets in rotation sparks ignite and spread new information respond, vibrate, feed back, resonate sundogs fire on the horizon meteor rain stars across the night this moment may be brief but it can be so bright hope is epidemic optimism spreads bitterness breeds irritation ignorance breeds imitation sun dogs fire on the horizon meteor rain stars across the night this moment may be brief but it can be so bright reflected in another source of light when the moment dies the spark still flies reflected in another pair of eyes dreams are somtimes catching desire goes to my head love repsonds to your invitation love repsonds to imagination respond, vibrate, feed back, resonate |
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from Rush - Presto (2004)
Hand over fist
Paper around the stone Scissors cut the paper Cut the paper to the bone Hand over fist Paper around the stone Scissors cut the paper And the rock must stand alone I could disappear into the crowd But not if I keep my head in the clouds I could walk away so proud It's easy enough if you don't laugh too loud I thought I was okay alone Wait for the postman and the telephone Lost in a world of my own I thought I could run alone Thought I could run through the night alone Hand over hand Doesn't seem so much Hand over hand Is the strength of the common touch You talk as we walk along You never imagined I could be so wrong Humming your favorite song You know I've hated that song for so long How can we ever agree? Like the rest of the world We grow farther apart I swear you don't listen to me Holding my hand to my heart Holding my fist to my racing heart Take a walk outside myself In some exotic land Greet a passing stranger Fell the strength in his hand Feel the world expand I feel my spirit resist But I open up my fist Lay hand over hand over Hand over fist |
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from Rush - Presto (2004)
If I could wave my magic wand...
I am made from the dust of the stars And the oceans flow in my veins Here I hide in the heart of the city Like a stranger coming out of the rain The evening plane rises up from the runway Over constellations of light I look down into a million houses And wonder what you're doing tonight If I could wave my magic wand I'd make everything all right I'm not one to believe in magic But I sometimes have a second-sight I'm not one with a sense of proportion When my heart still changes overnight I had a dream of a winter garden A midnight rendezvous Silver, blue, and frozen silence What a fool I was for you I had a dream of the open water I was swimming away out to sea So deep I could never touch bottom What a fool I used to be If I could wave my magic wand I'd set everybody free I'm not one to believe in magic Though my memory has a second-sight I'm not one to go pointing my finger When I radiate more heat than light Don't ask me I'm just improvising My illusion of careless flight Can't you see My temperature's rising I radiate more heat than light Don't ask me I'm just sympathizing My illusions a harmless flight Can't you see My temperature's rising I radiate more heat than light |
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from Rush - Presto (2004)
Nature has some new plague
To run in our streets History some new wrinkle We are doomed to repeat Fugitives at the bedroom door Lovers pause to find and open store Rain is burning on the forest floor And the red tide kisses the shore This is not a false alarm This is not a test Stay out of the sun It only burns my skin Sky full of poison And the atmosphere's too thin Bless the sun, the rain no more River running like an open sore Black wind falling to the ocean floor And the red tide washes ashore This is not a false alarm This is not a test Nowhere we can fly away Nowhere we can rest The party is disrupted by An uninvited guest Deadline approaches For the weary land It used to be something But we let it run down in our hands Too late for debate, too bad to ignore Quiet rebellion leads to open war Bring a sea-change to the factory floor As the red tide covers the shore Now's the time to turn the tide Now's the time to fight Let us not go gently To the endless winter night Now's the time to make the time While hope is still in sight Let us not go gently To the endless winter night |
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from Rush - Presto (2004)
I've stood upon my mountaintop
And shouted at the sky Walked above the pavement With my senses amplified All my nerves are naked wires Tender to the touch Sometimes super-sensitive But who can care too much? Scars of pleasure Scars of pain Atmospheric changes Make them sensitive again Each emotional injury Leaves behind its mark Sometimes they come tumbling out Like shadows in the dark When I think about all I have seen And all I'll never see When I think about the people Who have opened up to me Snow falls deep around my house And holds the winter light I've heard the lions hunting In the Serengeti night Forests turned to factories And river, sea, and sky Hungry child in the desert And the flies that cloud her eyes Pleasure leaves a fingerprint As surely as mortal pain In memories they resonate And echo back again |
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from Rush - Presto (2004)
How many times do you hear it?
It goes on all day long Everyone knows everything And no one's ever wrong Until later Who can you believe? It's hard to play it safe But apart from a few good friends We don't take anything on faith Until later Show Don't Tell SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME You've figured out the score SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME I've heard it all before SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME I don't care what you say SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME You can twist perceptions Reality won't budge You can raise objections I will be the judge And the jury I'll give it due reflection Watching from the fence Give the jury direction Based on the evidence I, the jury SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME Hey - order in the court SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME Let's try to keep it short SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME Enough of your demands SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME Witness take the stand SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME Hey - order in the court SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME Let's try to keep it short SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME I don't care what you say SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME Let's see exhibit A |
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from Rush - Presto (2004)
Packaged like a rebel or a hero
Target mass appeal To make an audience feel He really means it Package the illusion of persona Careful to conceal The fact that she's only too real She's got to screen it Hit you in a soft place A melody so sweet A strong and simple beat That you can dance to Watch his every move SUPERCONDUCTOR Orchestrate illusions SUPERCONDUCTOR Watch his every move SUPERCONDUCTOR Hoping you'll believe Designing to deceive That's entertainment He can put a target on the market Bask in your applause Reality withdraws Now he believes it The role becomes the actor She's addicted to applause The stage a world because She never leaves it Hit you in a soft place With sentimental ease They know the fantasies That you romance to Watch her every move SUPERCONDUCTOR She can manipulate reactions SUPERCONDUCTOR Watch her every move SUPERCONDUCTOR Pin the donkeys on her tail Fantasy for sale That's entertainment... |
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from Rush - Presto (2004)
Proud swagger out of the schoolyard
Waiting for the world's applause Rebel without a conscience Martyr without a cause Static on your frequency Electrical storm in your veins Raging at unreachable glory Straining at invisible chains And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge Staring down into a heartless sea Can't face life on a razor's edge Nothing's what you thought it would be All of us get lost in the darkness Dreamers learn to steer by the stars All of us do time in the gutter Dreamers turn to look at the stars Turn around and turn around and turn around Turn around and walk the razor's edge Don't turn your back And slam the door on me It's not as if this barricade Blocks the only road It's not as if you're all alone In wanting to explode Someone set a bad example Made surrender seem all right The act of a noble warrior Who lost the will to fight And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge Staring down into a heartless sea Done with life on a razor's edge Nothing's what you thought it would be No hero in your tragedy No daring in your escape No salutes for your surrender Nothing noble in your fate Christ, what have you done |
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from Rush - Presto (2004)
Girl before the mirror
Appraises her disguise Child become a mother Tries to fix her eyes No more of his excuses It has to be today She can keep her fantasy If she can get away Paint her name on a one-way street Painted cheeks with angry heat Wounded pride on painted eyes Paint the night with battlecries All puffed up with vanity We see what we want to see To the beautiful and the wise The mirror always lies Boy before the mirror Checks his camouflage Polishes his armor And the charger in the garage No more lame excuses It has to be tonight He can take the princess If he can take the fight Pound the drums with martial beat Pound the streets with marching feet Wounded pride, distorted eyes Paint the night with battlecries All puffed up with vanity We see what we want to see To the powerful and the wise The mirror always lies Boys and girls together Mistake conceit for pride Girls and boys together See what it is we lack Boys and girls together Let's paint the mirror black Paint it black |
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from Rush - Roll The Bones (2004)
If we burn our wings
Flying too close to the sun If the moment of glory Is over before it's begun If the dream is won -- Though everything is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost When the dust has cleared And victory denied A summit too lofty River a little too wide If we keep our pride Though paradise is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost And if the music stops There's only the sound of the rain All the hope and glory, All the sacrifice in vain And if love remains Though everything is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost |
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from Rush - Roll The Bones (2004)
If we burn our wings
Flying too close to the sun If the moment of glory Is over before it's begun If the dream is won -- Though everything is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost When the dust has cleared And victory denied A summit too lofty River a little too wide If we keep our pride Though paradise is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost And if the music stops There's only the sound of the rain All the hope and glory, All the sacrifice in vain And if love remains Though everything is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost |
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from Rush - Roll The Bones (2004)
He's got a roadmap of Jupiter
A radar fix on the stars All along the highway She's got a liquid-crystal compass A picture book of the rivers Under the Sahara They travel in the time of the prophets On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run On the run He's got a starmap of Hollywood A list of cheap motels All along the freeway She's got a sister out in Vegas Promise of a decent job Far away from her home town They travel on the road to redemption A highway out of yesterday that tomorrow will bring Like lovers and heroes, birds in the last days of spring We're only at home when we're on the wing On the wing WE ARE YOUNG WANDERING THE FACE OF THE EARTH WONDERING WHAT OUR DREAMS MIGHT BE WORTH LEARNING THAT WE'RE ONLY IMMORTAL FOR A LIMITED TIME Time is a gypsy caravan Steals away in the night To leave you stranded in Dreamland Distance is a long-range filter Memory a flickering light Left behind in the heartland We travel in the dark of the new moon A starry highway traced on the map of the sky Like lovers and heroes, lonely as the eagle's cry We're only at home when we're on the fly On the fly We travel on the road to adventure On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run On the run |
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